And Oh, the shame of it all...
That's right. Yesterday I decided to head out to the Tuesday lunch ride and I got my ass handed to me. I got dropped, and not just a little dropped. I got DROPPED... 3 times to be exact. Coming down Glenn Annie, on the flat section after the climb by the high school before the 4 way stop sign, and again on the way back before I turn off on Los Carneros.
The legs had no snap, there was no pain cave.
In light of this piece of humble pie that I have digested I have vowed to take on oath of sorts. Until I build form I will no longer be speaking while on the bicycle. That is right I am taking a vow of silence. The exceptions to this vow are if people ask me a question I will answer but other then that my lips are sealed until my form returns.
That is all.
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